#(that stock image I edited is also from 10 years ago lmao)

[mirai-desu]

i got addicted to a losing game; for when your OTP just doesn’t quite make it thanks to canon going to shit

YouTube Playlist Here

Duncan Lawerence - "Arcade"

A Fine Frenzy - "Almost Lover"

S10 - "De Diepte" [Translation]

Leona - "Undream You"

Krick - "Drowning in the Rain"

Cornelia Jakobs - "Hold Me Closer"

Madame Monsieur - "Ne me laisse pas" [Translation]

Tove Lo - "Habits (Stay High)"

Rosa Linn - "Snap"

A Simple Plan - "Untitled"

Yohanna - "Is It True?" Johnny Logan - "Hold Me Now"

Scala & Kolacny Brothers - "With or Without You"

Emmelie de Forest - "Only Teardrops"

Željko Joksimović - "Nije ljubav stvar" [Translation]

Les Misérables - "I Dreamed a Dream"

ABBA - "Knowing Me and Knowing You"

Rascal Flatts - "What Hurts the Most"

Björnzone - "Still the One"

ABBA - "The Winner Takes It All"

Norma John - "Blackbird"

Broods - "Never Gonna Change"

The Common Linnets - "Calm After the Storm"

Sanna Nielsen - "Undo"

Lisa Ajax - "Awful Liar"

Johnny Logan - "What's Another Year"

Adele - "Someone Like You"

Enya - "Only Time"

No Maka FT. Ana Maria - "Aceitar" [Translation]

[rowanisawriter]

snippet sunday

thanks for the tag @gale-sized-hole i’m about to post something so irrelevant to the interests of anyone who follows me and i apologize in advance…. but this is from a dick grayson/wally west fic i’m gonna rant about under the cut lol also i’m not tagging anyone else because as i said this is probably not relevant to anyone who follows me but i will subject the main tags to it lol

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They keep an irregular schedule. Dick tries to make it to Stanford at least twice a week. Sometimes, he squeezes in an extra day. Mostly, it’s at his own expense, his rushing through patrol or a fight resulting in a painful reminder of why he should be taking his time. He rubs ointments and antibiotics into broken skin, wraps cuts along his arms and legs, dodges questions from the rest of the team. Limping or feverish, he drags himself to Wally’s dorm and into Wally’s arms. Tired or wired, he slinks into Wally’s twin bed and they lay on top of each other, with no room to do much else. Minutes before he’s expected back at the cave, he sneaks in another bite of pizza or another kiss on the freckled forehead before he runs to the zeta tube half a mile from campus, and arrives in front of Batman out of breath but feeling like his heart is about to explode right in his chest and kill them both.

But despite the exhaustion, and the juggling of responsibilities to make room for this tender new thing, he finds himself staring with unfocused eyes as Wally talks with food in his mouth, one hand shoving another bunch of fries in, the other hand holding open a heavy textbook on his lap, and Dick thinks this must be what real life is like.

He startles himself with a sudden image of what this scene must look like to an outsider. As though he’s a spectator walking past, he takes stock of the situation: they’re sitting outside of a restaurant on the sidewalk, and Wally is cramming for a test, waving his hand as he talks in between bites of lunch. Dick is leaning forward, his chin in his hand, his elbow on the metal table. He’s aware that he’s staring at Wally but can’t stop. There are people talking around them, and a breeze brushes past them, lifting Wally’s hair slightly off his forehead, revealing a bit of sunburn developing just at his hairline. For all the world, they look like two ordinary young men living an ordinary and mundane life. And the realization fills Dick with something like envy.

“Dick?” Wally has realized that he’s no longer listening. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, he reaches across the table and takes Dick’s hand. “What’s up?”

Dick finds he’s unable to speak, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he gives up. Wally smiles a little, looking around, coming to the same conclusion without a word. They listen to the world around them in silence, the birds chirping somewhere overhead, a car starting nearby, the revving of an engine turning, a group of teenagers walking past and their laughter drifting up into the air like smoke.

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EDIT: read the rest here

ok so 10 years ago i wrote a fic called on rooftops and it was about wally leaving the superhero life (young justice canon compliant) and dick dealing with it badly lol. then recently i reread it and thought what if i wrote this again but with dick leaving too this time. so i’m writing it. lmao.

idk who the audience of this is or will be, if you’re reading this and like birdflash like this so i can follow, ive got no clue what’s been happening in this fandom in the past decade haha